I was approaching a friend’s house – in a city neighborhood, I might add – when I spotted this duck in someone’s front yard. A duck? Yes, a duck. It made me start singing the theme song…
What the Postman Saw
I’m still stripping floor tiles. Only now I’m doing it while wearing a gas mask, to prevent the inhalation of toxic fumes. (I’m also doing it with the help of knee pads, and everything I thought about knee…
It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad Men World
It’s not always art. Life, I mean. I try. I do. But sometimes the toilet has to be scrubbed. Or the trash has to be taken out. Or one’s toenails have been ignored to the point of…
Hiking The Beast
I haven’t hiked in a long time. I’m not happy about this. But as it’s Mister’s birthday weekend, and he requested a hike of The Beast, well, I guess that’s what I’ll be doing today. God help…
The Morning After
The above tableau is from last night. It was a good one. You know, minus the bad. (And that crap just pops up whenever it damned well feels like it.) I wish bubbles were a typical Friday…
Denver Botanica
People laughed. When I belly-plopped myself down, there on the side of the water feature, onlookers guffawed. Some gawked. They wondered why in the world a gal would lie on the ground just to take a photo. …
The Long Goodbye
This was Old Red on the side of the street yesterday morning. She’s gone now. Some goodbyes take longer than others. They may be dragged out for reasons of necessity, or logistics (as in – “I can’t…
Cheaper Than Therapy
A friend sent the above piece to me, as she said it reminded her of me. (I have no idea where she found it.) And this little bit of art is right. Gardening is cheaper than therapy. …
When I Die, Lord…
Mister’s Mama told me about an obituary that swept the nation last month. As I’m often unswept, I missed it. If you, too, missed it, you can read it here. I highly recommend it. As I am…